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And with this we learn to appreciate true suffering |
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The angry helpless feeling of it all |
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Becomes something to take a strict comfort |
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In the words that we use become mundane |
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And tired to us because all we have felt |
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Has remained constant for so long |
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The words we hear from you are cliched and worn |
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And I can mimic your every breath |
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When we realize what it is we are looking for |
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And understanding comes a mix of omnipotence |
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And banality a disgusting exercise in conceit |
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And condescend tear away the flesh |
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And it is still there simmering in its own terrible nature |
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Nobody asked for this |
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Nobody wants this |
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But it kills us all and I can mimic your every breath |
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And we learn to appreciate true suffering |
